I’m not the one to blog about my life (or past) in extensive detail, but, a homie and I were reminiscing about past valentine’s day experiences earlier, and this story came to mind.

I saw him already waiting outside when I clocked out of my volunteer shift at the hospital. I’ve never really taken valentine’s day seriously, even when I had boyfriends in the past during the “holiday”, so I didn’t expect much out of that ordinary sunday. I walked out, and there he was, a dozen roses in hand, bowtie and all, smiling. It was a pleasant surprise, but I instantly felt bad because I didn’t get him anything :\ lol (yo, I wasn’t lying when I said valentine’s day is like any other day for me). Anyways, we go inside the car, and he hands me an envelope. It was a card - one of those annoying ones that sing when you open it, haha, but it was cute. He wrote me a poem and everything, which made me smile for daaays. After reading that, he gives me a piece of paper. I opened it, and it was tickets to see Alicia muthafuckin Keys! (She was coming to the bay in April.) If you’ve known me for a minute, you know my love for that woman and her music. But dude, my eyes lit up, and I was like ‘daaamn babe’! Hahahahaha, oh goodness. *face palm* Anyways, we went on with the rest of the day. Spent some time in the city, and had a romantic dinner. T’was sweet and simple, just him and I. I just vividly remember feeling giddy as hell. You know, that moment when you realize you’re truly happy, because you’re with someone you love. I mean, it didn’t take a holiday to validate what I felt for him, but shit, when your man makes the effort to make you feel extra special on a holiday you don’t care about, I couldn’t help but feel like a million bucks.

Unfortunately, as Summer Finn would put it, life happens, and we ended up breaking it off a month later because of some stupid fuckery. It was quite sad, blah blah blah. April comes around though, and I get a random phone call from him insisting on me going to the concert with him. I swear, I thought long and hard about this for a good week, lol. How can you say no to Alicia!?! but at the same time, I was the one who ended the relationship, so that would’ve been kind of messed up, right? Shoot, don’t even get me started on all the awkward small talk, and that not-knowing-how-to-act-around-each-other-after-a-break-up type shit.

I ended up not going - a decision that still haunts me til’ this day. Okay, i’m being sarcastic, but really, the moral of the story is, IF SOMEONE GIVES YOU TICKETS TO SEE ALICIA KEYS, YOU BETTER GO. Haha, just kidding. It’s just one of those what if’s that linger my mind. What if I did go? Could we have rekindled something? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows. Would I have had a good time singing my heart out to “you don’t know my name”? Fuck yes.

But anyhow, enough story telling. I don’t know where this was going, and I’m too lazy to go on and on about some guy that isn’t relevant anymore. Lmfao. Sorry for wasting a good 5 minutes of your life.

Have a good night! :)